Thanks to everyone who suggested Dad Songs for this Friday, especially the obsure ones. This song, offered by Steve in Forest Lake, isn't in our library, but You Tube has it, featuring Cat Stevens as you've never seen him before.
For the rest of the nominees, I'll play what I can find, and as many as time allows.
Just for fun, let's have a song lyric scavenger hunt. See if you can find these ten lines inside the Father's Day songs being played today between 6 and 8 am, or during the re-broadcast from 11 to 1.
I haven't thought of a prize, but if you are the first person who posts a list correctly identifying the source of all ten quotes, you will be honored as someone with great lyrical recall, or the ability to bring laser-beam focus to a task, or just an excess of spare time. Or all three.
It wasted no time and it had one desire, at the end of each week to be wound.
Now the music takes me back across the yellowed age to the summers with my dad and the tunes he played.
I grew up quick and I grew up mean, my fists got hard and my wits got keen.
You never talk much in a fishing boat, 'cause it scares the fish away. You just give it time and watch your line.
He always brought an extra pail of water from the well. And if you needed a confidant, he was the one who would never tell.
He could look you in the eye and sell you a car. That's not an easy thing to do.
From the moment I could talk, I was ordered to listen. Now there's a way, and I know that I have to go away.
And with a teardrop in his eye, as he went to say goodbye, said he, "My lad, that's too bad. I've some advice to give."
Me, I'm a hick and I dance like one. I just kind of jump around and grin.
Is it true what they say that papa never worked a day in his life?